Red ribbons clutter the
scene,
From lanai to balcony
Yet still,
I can see,
Even though,
I choose not to
believe
Kabuki flags defile
dreams of old,
Through the seams they
politely latch onto,
All things lost and
never seen
Yet…
A dream so cold,
Needs only an ounce of fuel
To direct the oars of a future worth possessing
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